to live underwater

To write something truly heartbreaking, to rip your heart right out through your
weak chest and rip it into hundreds of bloody pieces. To accept your fate, or to do
what you feel is right? To sit back and let your own life unfold, or actually
partake in making your future. What good is being alive if you don’t follow your
heart, why not go ahead and do the thing you’re so afraid to? What’s stopping you,
what’s holding you back? You have nothing to lose, no matter what you do anything
and everything will only result in death. Your life is insignificant compared to
the rest of time and space, why spend it miserable, make it mean something; chase
them, hold them, love them.